Qingyun tore her cheongsam to shreds.
Her lips, adorned with lipstick, drew closer, and a rich, fragrant scent wafted over his face. In that instant, Rong Chengzhou's composure crumbled, and his previously steady breathing suddenly became heavy.
His burning palms gripped her slender waist firmly, his throat hoarse, a sliver of reason still lingering in his eyes as he restrained himself: "Peipei, I was afraid of affecting your recovery."
Jiang Mingxue smiled gently, her eyes filled with tenderness, and said softly, "I know."
She knew that Rong Chengzhou's physical needs were much greater than those of ordinary men. In the past, it was common for him to keep her on the bed for a whole day and night, but now, for the sake of her health, he had endured it for almost a year.
Moreover, they didn't sleep in separate rooms during her pregnancy. Rong Chengzhou would hold her while sleeping every night at home, and she would often accidentally touch him, knowing how hard he usually endured it.
When a man with insatiable desires transforms into a virtuous man like Liu Xiahui, his wife understands the agonizing process most deeply.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned slightly forward, resting her head gently on his shoulder: "You've taken good care of me this past month, and I'm able to work normally now, so you don't have to endure this hardship anymore."
Her voice was soft and gentle, an invitation that couldn't be clearer. Her soft breasts brushed against his chest unintentionally; the fabric of the cheongsam was thin, and he could feel the warmth beneath it through his shirt.
Rong Chengzhou had long noticed that during Jiang Mingxue's pregnancy, her breasts were visibly growing larger, and had now increased by one cup size.
Under such deadly temptation, any self-control becomes meaningless.
The tension that had been building up in his chest and abdomen for months instantly dissipated. Rong Chengzhou's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and his hand around his wife's waist once again unabashedly embraced her slender waist, pulling her closer into his arms.
With a slight lowering of his head, his scalding breath pressed down on her, carrying an irresistible aggressiveness. His other large hand gripped the back of her neck firmly, capturing her lips without a word—a long-lost forcefulness.
His pressure was so domineering that Jiang Mingxue's neck involuntarily tilted back, her hands barely managing to hold onto his shoulders.
This was not the first time the two had kissed in the ten months since the pregnancy and childbirth.
On the contrary, Rong Chengzhou would kiss her every morning and evening at home.
Those kisses were more about affection and intimacy than anything else, and contained no lust.
But tonight is different. A familiar feeling washes over me, like a storm brewing and pouring down.
Jiang Mingxue could clearly feel that Rong Chengzhou's kiss this time was much deeper than before, and it almost made her breathless.
The slit on the side of her cheongsam slipped up to her thigh, and the hand that had been covering her waist somehow slid down and grabbed her thigh, leaving several red marks on her fair skin.
Then it slowly moved upwards, lifting her skirt along with it, and a dense electric current surged through the area where the thin cocoon passed.
The zipper of the cheongsam was at the back. Rong Chengzhou's hand, which was holding the back of her neck, slid down and landed on the zipper of the cheongsam. He fumbled to open it, but failed.
The man's patience ran out, and his movements and breathing became more rapid.
Jiang Mingxue, slightly out of breath, said, "How about I do it..."
Before she could finish speaking, a clear tearing sound of fabric rang out in the air.
With a "sizzle," a chill instantly spread from her thigh to her chest. Jiang Mingxue's eyes widened involuntarily, and she turned her head to look down in disbelief.
The cheongsam that had been worn so well on her was torn in two along the slit, crumpled into a ball by the man's large hand, and casually tossed onto the white carpet under the sofa.
Rong Chengzhou actually tore her cheongsam to shreds.
He was always gentle with her, and rarely showed such violence.
Jiang Mingxue couldn't help but shake her head, feeling a bit nervous.
However, after a short while, Rong Chengzhou cupped her face and kissed her again.
As if to soothe her, his movements were very gentle, his voice slightly hoarse: "Peipei, don't be afraid."
He was as gentle as ever, a stark contrast to his earlier behavior, as if he hadn't torn the fabric on the ground.
Jiang Mingxue wasn't afraid of Rong Chengzhou; she was just a little worried about whether she would be able to go to work normally the day after tomorrow.
Suddenly I felt that reserving only one day for rest was a bit hasty.
To avoid putting pressure on Jiang Mingxue's wound, Rong Chengzhou had her sit facing him on his lap.
Before the curtains could be drawn, the high-quality leather sofa creaked softly, and the moonlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows made their breaths hot and sticky.
It was the first time in so long that Jiang Mingxue was a little nervous at first. Her slender fingers clung to his shoulders and unconsciously tightened their grip.
The bedroom lights were bright enough to see each other's every smile and every subtle expression. Rong Chengzhou noticed her nervousness, so he loosened his grip on her waist and gently coaxed her, "Tell me if it hurts."
Jiang Mingxue bit her lower lip and responded with a soft "hmm," both expectant and afraid.
The city lights outside the window transformed into a blurry yet dazzling halo. Their combined weight caused the sofa to sink in, their breaths mingling, pressed tightly together, leaving no gap between them. At the same time, he lowered his head to kiss her chest, teasing every inch of her nerves.
He also had a selfish reason for not allowing Jiang Mingxue to breastfeed.
Just like now, this position is one where only he can kiss.
It had been so long since she had done this, and Jiang Mingxue still found it hard to bear him.
The woman-on-top position, in particular, makes them even closer, with their soft flesh being pressed against each other, turning the distance from zero to negative.
In an instant, tears streamed down her face, landing on his chest. Rong Chengzhou immediately stopped to comfort her.
Having not worked out for so long, both bodies need to adapt to each other.
His brows furrowed, sweat beading on his forehead. He gently kissed away every tear, guiding her tenderly, just as he had always done, until she gradually accepted him.
The two of them rolled over to bed, and Rong Chengzhou casually turned off the bedroom light.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, enveloping the shadows of the couple embracing on the bed.
Whispering sweet nothings, kissing passionately, the room filled with tender intimacy.
Halfway through, an untimely cry suddenly rang out from the nursery next door.
Jiang Mingxue instantly opened her dazed eyes and pushed him back with her hand: "Wait a minute... why is Youyou crying?"
The crying grew louder and louder, and Rong Chengzhou could hear it. He paused for only a moment before continuing, replying in a hoarse voice, "There's a postpartum nanny here, so don't worry about it."
The sound was clear, crisp, and full of energy, completely unlike the sound of someone on an empty stomach.
Rong Chengzhou can now tell from his son's cries that Rong Qiyou has pooped again.
Jiang Mingxue wasn't as hard-hearted as him; she hesitated for a moment, then turned her head and said, "How about we go take a look..."
Rong Chengzhou then reached out and captured her lips, lightly biting her with displeasure: "Rong Qiyou only pulled down his pants, but if your husband holds it in, it could easily leave him with lifelong health problems."
The man continued his actions, accusing her in a low voice, "Peipei, how can you be so heartless to me?"
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
Good heavens, what kind of twisted logic is this?
Xiao Youyou suffered because he was the same sex as his father. I wonder what Rong Chengzhou's reaction would be if it were Xiao Yueyue crying right now.
Under Rong Chengzhou's combined pressure and persuasion, Jiang Mingxue ultimately did not abandon her husband to see her son.
In the dimly lit room, the shadows on the wall swayed with the moonlight, and accompanied by Rong Qiyou's cries, Rong Chengzhou sent her to a turbulent cloud.
That night, the two of them tried several positions over and over, as if they wanted to make up for all the nights they had missed in the past ten months.
During this time, Rong Qiyou cried twice, but he couldn't stop his own father and his wife from getting along so well and being so deeply in love.
However, the crying inevitably affected the couple's mood to some extent.
Rong Chengzhou lowered his head and buried it in her neck, saying somewhat displeasedly, "We'll send him to his uncle's house when he's a little older."
Jiang Mingxue was feeling dizzy and couldn't help but laugh when she heard this. Her lower abdomen tightened involuntarily, causing Rong Chengzhou to gasp.
He stiffened for a few seconds, then leaned down and gently bit her shoulder, saying in a low voice, "Relax."
Jiang Mingxue suddenly realized something: "...Oh."
......
She barely slept all night, and Rong Chengzhou only let her go at dawn.
Jiang Mingxue had originally planned to play with the two children a little longer during the day, but after Rong Chengzhou's antics, she was forced to stay in bed and had to ask Rong Chengzhou to bring the children over for her to see.
The marks left by Rong Chengzhou are on her neck and chest, and she has to wear high-necked loungewear to cover them up.
Jiang Mingxue, holding Xiao Yueyue, leaned against the headboard and couldn't help but glare at Rong Chengzhou, who was leisurely and carefree on the side of the bed, as if nothing had happened.
After last night, I feel even more energetic and spirited.
The man smiled without saying a word and looked back at her, only telling her, "Get some rest."
Then she turned around, grabbed a damp towel, and started wiping the sofa.
It's all messed up there.
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The next day, Jiang Mingxue's wounds had almost healed, and she had returned to normal work.
Rong Chengzhou's maternity leave ended after half a month. He packed his bags and returned to his unit. Before leaving, he told her, "When I'm not home, try to let the postpartum nanny do whatever you need to do."
Jiang Mingxue nodded: "I know."
Rong Chengzhou placed his luggage at the door, went into the nursery, and kissed both children. He kissed Rong Qiyou once, Jiang Qiyue twice, and Jiang Mingxue three times.
After he left, Madam Rong moved in to help take care of the children, so that she could work with peace of mind during the day and play with the children for a while after finishing her work in the evening.
When Rong Chengzhou's troops were on high alert, he was unable to return every week.
On weekends, Madam Rong would help Jiang Mingxue take care of the children, allowing her and Cheng Ying to go shopping and relax. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law would occasionally socialize with several wealthy ladies from Beicheng, and they got along very well.
When the two babies were two months old, Jiang Huaijing and his wife came to visit the children.
Rong Chengzhou won't be back until next week. With the baby's father away, one of the nannies is making formula for the two babies, and the other is bathing Xiaoyueyue in the bathroom. Jiang Huaijing took the initiative to change the baby's diapers, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and walked towards the nursery: "Let me try. I learned from the nanny last time."
Shi Yunshu didn't believe in his skills: "Are you sure you can do it? Don't put it on backwards again."
Jiang Huaijing said confidently, "Don't worry, they definitely won't rebel this time."
As he spoke, he walked to the nursery, picked up Rong Qiyou and placed him on the changing table. While unfastening the Velcro clasp on the diaper, he said excitedly, "Little Youyou, your uncle is changing your diaper himself. Aren't you happy?"
Rong Qiyou lay in his swaddling clothes, staring at his two short legs, completely unmoved by the arrival of his uncle, and continued to cry his heart out.
"Tsk, looks like he's happy, his crying is even louder," Jiang Huaijing said, trying to justify himself.
Rong Qiyou had just pooped an hour ago, so this time he only wet his pants, which was easier to change than soiling them. Moreover, he didn't have to cover his nose to protect himself from the biological weapon's attack. Jiang Huaijing was very pleased and carefully untied Rong Qiyou's diaper and put on a new one.
With his diaper off, Rong Qiyou's bare bottom swung around, and he kicked his little feet even harder.
Jiang Huaijing temporarily tossed the used diaper aside and used a damp cotton towel to wipe the baby's soft bottom. At this moment, he had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter: "What are you doing? You're so happy to see me that your legs haven't stopped moving."
Little Youyou remained silent, only wailing and crying, continuing to swing her little feet.
Jiang Huaijing was changing his nephew's diaper independently for the first time, and at that moment he hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation. After wiping his bottom, he picked up a new diaper and tore open the packaging.
In the living room, Jiang Mingxue was carrying a fruit platter from the dining room to serve the couple when she suddenly remembered something. She put down the platter and went to the nursery, saying, "Huaijing, Chengzhou usually has a waterproof smock for Youyou when changing her diapers. I forgot to tell you, could you put this on..."
Before Jiang Mingxue could even utter the word "ba," she heard a scream come from inside the nursery: "Holy crap—!"
She looked in the direction of the sound and saw her son clenching his little fists, his two little legs kicking happily. Her younger brother, who was always very clean, had a large wet patch on the front of his white shirt, with water dripping down.
Meanwhile, little Youyou stuck out his little bottom and a fountain of water rose up, pouring it all over his uncle who was changing his diaper.
She stopped crying and started peeing on her uncle while giggling.
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